Oh yeah, this is Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass

One time for your mother fucking mind, we represent the 313

You know what I'm saying?, cause they don't know shit about this

For the 9-6

Verse 1:

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction

To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action

A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction

You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

I travel through your mind until you spine like siren drills

I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants

With some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects

We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

Examination of more cartoons than animation

My lamination of narration

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland...

I'm Infinite

Chorus:

You heard of hell well I was sent from it

I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments

Now I'm trying to repent from it

But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...

I'm Infinite

Verse 2:

Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense

I got to meet the fence fruit was stompin at your feet to rinse

I greet intensive ladies, I spoil all your fans

I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands

My coil hands around this microphone lethal

One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people

MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium

Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the only one

Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator

There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus

Fuck around and catch all of the venereal diseases